Chapter 699: Chapter 699

Jiang Xin walked out of the hospital, feeling a little out of sorts.

She was, of course, aware of the changes in herself.

Compared to before, Jiang Xin had become stronger, more decisive, and more resolute.

However, today Qin Dazhuang was also unlike his usual self.

The Qin Dazhuang who used to make her grit her teeth in hatred had left no trace behind this time.

Humans are truly mysterious creatures; the process of growing up turns out to be so complex.

Jiang Xin suddenly looked at the distant sky, her mood becoming very calm.

Perhaps now life was starting to become flavorful and interesting.

She returned to the tailor shop but saw Fang Xiaohui pacing outside her shop.

"Xiao Hui, why are you here?"

The last time Fang Xiaohui had saved her, Jiang Xin was still very grateful to her. After all, Fang Xiaohui did not choose to abandon her in her time of need, and for that, Jiang Xin was thankful.

Fang Xiaohui’s face was a little pale.

"Second sister, I’m in some trouble and need some money. Can you lend it to me?"

Jiang Xin put away her smile; the relationship between Fang Xiaohui and them could hardly withstand a talk about money, right?

They say that discussing money harms relationships. Could it be that someone as astute as Fang Xiaohui didn’t understand what it meant to bring this up?

"How much do you need?"

If Fang Xiaohui could compensate her with money, then she’d rather resolve this relationship with money.

"Second sister, I need 50,000 yuan."

Jiang Xin’s eyes widened in surprise.

"Xiao Hui, if you need money, I can give you 5,000 yuan, but I don’t have more to spare. 50,000 yuan is a significant amount for me; I have two daughters to raise and parents to care for. It’s impossible for me to lend you all my money.

I can give you the 5,000 yuan as a gift; you don’t need to return it. But for the rest, you’ll have to figure it out on your own."

When she said this, she felt she had done her utmost.

Fang Xiaohui became anxious.

"Second sister, I’m really at the end of my rope, or else I wouldn’t have come to you. I know 50,000 yuan is a lot. I promise to pay you back in a few months. I’m asking to borrow, not take it for free. Just help me out; after all, I am your younger sister. If I weren’t at my wit’s end, I wouldn’t have come to you."

Who would have thought that Brother Yong was really resilient, and indeed hard to kill.

The Unlucky Talisman she tossed at him, despite Brother Yong stumbling over the past three days, he was surprisingly unharmed.

Three days later, he even managed to come back and ask her for money.

Of course, Brother Yong was truly miserable these past three days, extraordinarily unfortunate.

After he and Fang Xiaohui parted ways that day,

It was late, and naturally, he walked home.

He rented a small flat, able to get this place thanks to a fake ID he made.

Otherwise, just that sightless eye of his would make anyone unwilling to rent a place to him.

Ordinarily, he wore sunglasses, claiming to the world that he was blind.

This could earn him sympathy and assistance, saving him a lot of trouble.

He thought the walk home would be no problem, but who knew a cyclist would appear on the road, slamming him into a corner.

The person was drunk, yelling and even beating him.

Seeing the nosy neighbors around, he didn’t dare truly retaliate.

Actually fighting would attract the police and expose his identity, wouldn’t it?

He was someone who couldn’t see the light of day, so he could only play the victim, pretending to be a bullied blind man. After the person beat him, they also left on the bicycle.

His leg was injured, head bruised, and he limped back home like that.

Finally home to tend to his wounds, but turning on the light only to find the bulb flickered.

In the pitch-black room, he had to grope in the dark, using alcohol to disinfect before lying on the bed to sleep.

He slept until noon the next day, only waking up to prepare to go out for some food.

But felt his pocket, and found his money gone.

Must have lost it during the tussle after being hit by the bicycle the day before.

He didn’t have a penny left.

Brother Yong returned home hungry.

Just as he entered the doorway, a plop of pigeon droppings landed on his head.

He cursed and swore in frustration.

He hadn’t been this unlucky for days.

But one couldn’t survive without eating.

He searched the whole house but couldn’t find even a dime. In the end, Brother Yong had no choice, thinking that after tomorrow, he’d be able to get money. Even if he couldn’t get the full 50,000 yuan right away, at least Fang Xiaohui would have to give him some petty cash to use.

Finally, he took out his watch and radio, both of which were valuable items.

Don’t underestimate the old watch and radio; he always carried them, just in case.

These were his final backups.

He went out to find a recycling station, intending to turn these items into cash as he couldn’t starve for two days. Updates are released by novel-fire.ɴet

Don’t think he’s brainless; he considered everything, only saying three days to pressure Fang Xiaohui into figuring something out quickly.

He also knew considering Fang Xiaohui’s situation, gathering 50,000 yuan in three days was no joke.

He couldn’t push the woman too far.

But in three days, if Fang Xiaohui could scrape up a few thousand yuan for him, that would be good enough.

Then he could ally himself with those little brothers that came out with him.

Things had to be handled step by step, and food had to be eaten one bite at a time; one couldn’t be impatient.

Anyway, he planned to extract much more than just 50,000 yuan from Fang Xiaohui.

The future was long, and he had plenty of time to take his time.

On the way to the recycling station, Brother Yong was extra cautious, suspecting that the pigeon droppings were an omen of bad luck.

During the journey, a bus almost ran into him; a flowerpot nearly fell on him; and he almost tripped over the doorstep of the recycling station.

Even Brother Yong himself started doubting life at his misfortune.

He’d never been this unlucky in his life, wondering if some bad luck spirit had possessed him.

Both items were taken into the recycling station, but the attendant had a gaze as high as the sky.

These were obviously good items, yet he was offered only 50 yuan with an indifferent take-it-or-leave-it attitude.

To buy these two new would at least cost three to four hundred yuan.

Even second-hand, he had kept them well, with at least 70-80% of the original condition, but was given just 50 yuan.

Don’t think he couldn’t see through the attendant’s cleverness, clearly aiming to pocket his items.

But what could he do, if not before, he could proudly take the items and walk out.

Yet now, without food, worrying over this was pointless; humph! They thought Brother Yong’s items were easy to take?

He’d have his way to deal with this attendant; just wait and see.

You mess with me today, I’ve got my chance later.